I finally had the chance to pull over and snap a photo of this little gem. It has always made me laugh everytime I drive past it on Market Center Blvd. I’m not ever sure how long it has been there, or how long it will stay up, so all the more reason to lock it into a few megapixels. Just thought I’d share the fun.

Yea, I know there’s nothing new about queer + art, but this gallary via Kenny Goss is worth checking out. Since the DMA is not my fave museum in the area, galleries are a nice slice of urbane here in the Wild White Collar West of DFW.

The Velvet Hookah is a rather newish Deep Ellum place, visited by my friend Tony during the Deep Ellum Arts Festival over the weekend. (Thanks for the photos!) Try the watermelon, says Tony. Uh, I don’t think so.

“Go back! Go back!” I whipped my head around to try and catch another glimpse. My fiancé rolled his eyes, but he U-turned and entered the subdivision anyway. It was easy to find the house — we just queued up among the rest of the taillights waiting patiently for their turn to round the cul-de-sac.

In Austin, the light display to wait in line for is on 37th Street, a blocks-long cosmic Christmas cross between the college students and hippie stalwarts who call Hyde Park home. I thought nothing could top 37th Street — but Jeff and Bridgette Trykoski’s display is right up there.

If you are one of those that mourn the end of the holiday season, go quick while you can and visit this spectacular spectacle in Frisco… and gawk at how one couple with time to kill (and a fondness for outrageous utility bills, apparently) share their Christmas spirit. We’re going back tomorrow night with a truck full of kids — there isn’t anything like a child to make the most blasé cynic appreciate goodwill and a phalanx of sparkly lights.